Coffee: I'm heavily considering making the second pot of the day.
Rain: I keep hoping that it will wash away the vague uneasyness in my mind--to little avail, of course.
Cigarettes: Runnin' low.
Monkey Unit?: At the Elephant's Nest tonight. Maybe I'll take some pictures and post them here when I get back.
Top five works of art blowing (or about to blow) my mind right now: Endless Blockade's Blackprint Sessions (still); Mary Shelly's Frankenstien; Burroughs' Cities of the Red Night; a neat little zombie flick called Vanguard; and, last but not least, Gwenyth's laugh (I have officially become a sentimental jag-off).
I went for a walk in the rain earlier because Steph couldn't hear her game over my loud, screechy guitar playing. I had this moment (born, no doubt, of far too many horror flicks watched over the last month or two) of certainty that the hobbling form approaching me through the fog ahead was a zombie.
There was a pure, crystaline minute of anticiaption and joy. A moment where my brain said: Dude, it's finally happened. The world has cracked under the strain, the dead walk again. This is your time to shine. Get a shotgun, steal all the canned goods from the corner store, fortify the apartment and live out the end of days in exhileration.
Of course, it turned out to be a drunk. A drunk who wanted to borrow five dollars, no less.
Then it occurred to me how truly bizarre my moment of happiness was. I suppose it was the part of me--the enormous part of me--that's sick of looking at billboards and watching commericals and eating Big Macs and trying to find something worth looking at on the internet. The part of me which, when confronted by a happy little liberal who tells me Obama has won and the New Age of Reason can begin, says, "Yeah? So?"
I guess that part of me would rather deal with zombies who want to eat my brains than the ones who want to colonize it with unsavoury ideas and desires. Probably because I can shoot those ones without fear of reprisal.
And on that happy note... I'm off to the shower.
Rain: I keep hoping that it will wash away the vague uneasyness in my mind--to little avail, of course.
Cigarettes: Runnin' low.
Monkey Unit?: At the Elephant's Nest tonight. Maybe I'll take some pictures and post them here when I get back.
Top five works of art blowing (or about to blow) my mind right now: Endless Blockade's Blackprint Sessions (still); Mary Shelly's Frankenstien; Burroughs' Cities of the Red Night; a neat little zombie flick called Vanguard; and, last but not least, Gwenyth's laugh (I have officially become a sentimental jag-off).
I went for a walk in the rain earlier because Steph couldn't hear her game over my loud, screechy guitar playing. I had this moment (born, no doubt, of far too many horror flicks watched over the last month or two) of certainty that the hobbling form approaching me through the fog ahead was a zombie.
There was a pure, crystaline minute of anticiaption and joy. A moment where my brain said: Dude, it's finally happened. The world has cracked under the strain, the dead walk again. This is your time to shine. Get a shotgun, steal all the canned goods from the corner store, fortify the apartment and live out the end of days in exhileration.
Of course, it turned out to be a drunk. A drunk who wanted to borrow five dollars, no less.
Then it occurred to me how truly bizarre my moment of happiness was. I suppose it was the part of me--the enormous part of me--that's sick of looking at billboards and watching commericals and eating Big Macs and trying to find something worth looking at on the internet. The part of me which, when confronted by a happy little liberal who tells me Obama has won and the New Age of Reason can begin, says, "Yeah? So?"
I guess that part of me would rather deal with zombies who want to eat my brains than the ones who want to colonize it with unsavoury ideas and desires. Probably because I can shoot those ones without fear of reprisal.
And on that happy note... I'm off to the shower.
1 comment:
zombies or obama...
sorry - i still hate zombies...
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